Surprisingly, there are quite a few people in this layer, and as you can tell from their attire, most of them are scholars.

The book about the blood clan is only the thin one in his hand, and when he opens the cover, there are some dazzling words at the beginning, and his eyebrows are slightly wrinkled.

"All Bloods deserve to die!"

Strip away most of the sordid and passionate content, and most of what remains is an account of an era of terror.

This is a mysterious race, few people see pure blood, more people see the crazy existence after being infected by them, called the bloodthirsty.

The number of Bloodthirsty has always been small, and the Bloodlines themselves will kill the remnants of this product.

But in that age of terror was completely different.

The division of time is very vague, and at the beginning of the establishment of several human empires, the first devastating catastrophe was encountered, and countless bloodlines and infected people came with bloodthirsty desires.

The ability to infect terror combined with the thirst for blood made this war almost a one-sided torture, the earth was flowing with sticky blood, the sky turned into a rich blood, and in the fishy air, there were countless tragic roars, known as the Bloody Dark Age.

The content comes to an abrupt end, and the book is not so much a record as a warning to posterity.

There is no talk of the end of this war, but what Lance can be sure of is that there are shadows of the Holy Race in it, and even other races are likely to join.

Not only did he see the war between the races, but Lance also smelled a strong smell of death.

If all of these are involved, then once his identity is revealed, then the next time he will face it will not be just the Holy Clan.

Grass must be cut to the roots, especially the Bloodline, a wild grass that grows wildly.

But thankfully, the first Saint to discover his identity was held back by the Abyss Riot.

Moreover, his own extreme light attribute is the best cover-up, as long as there is enough time for Lan Xi to grow up, then it doesn't matter.

"Excuse me, are you also interested in the Bloodline?"

What appeared in front of him was a young scholar, with a thin appearance and some old clothes that showed his poverty.

"You're a scholar of the Bloodline?"

"Guess right, I'm indeed a researcher of the Bloodline, if you need it, I have a lot of books here about my research on the Bloodline, absolutely low!"

"Deaton, you're here again selling your Bloodline books. ”

Suddenly, under the voice, there was another young scholar, "I told you, don't study any blood clans, you see now, you are poor, with your talent, if you change directions, you will definitely be promoted to the head of the research institute." ”

In the words, there is more of a sarcasm.

"It's my business, I don't need you to make any comments. ”

"I'm also thinking about you, research this forbidden race, be careful of upsetting some people, and you see, how much you've spent on this, so far, there's no return at all. ”

Research also requires funding, and if the institute does not approve it, then you have to pay for it yourself.

"Research itself is born out of a hobby, and if it's for fame and wealth, it's pointless research. The solemn expression revealed his last insistence.

"Okay, okay, what you said makes a lot of sense, then, you can starve to death with your interest. ”

Another scholar approached Lance, "Your Excellency, the Blood Clan is a forbidden dark race, and life is more important than interest. ”

"So, you're threatening me?"

The meaningful gaze made his scalp tingle a little, like a hunter looking at a prey, isn't the human race a prey in front of the blood clan?

However, he quickly showed his profound experience and regained his composure, "How can I be like what Your Excellency said, but the word taboo is real. ”

The voice became more and more slight, "Deaton has a special identity, so no one cares about him, but if others have a private collection of blood books, they may be coveted by others, so your Excellency should do it yourself." ”

"Phil!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything, please continue. ”

After a short interlude, the Deaton scholar felt a little guilty, "I'm sorry, please forgive me for being selfish and bothering." ”

Another failed business, and now Deaton should think about where to earn the money for his next meal, and he didn't think of what else he could do other than sell the Bloodline's research books.

"Wait. ”

The look gave Deaton an uncomfortable feeling, "Is there anything else?"

"You don't think you're going to just leave, do you?"

Terrible thoughts brewed in my mind, "You're not trying to blackmail me, do you...... I don't have a penny right now. ”

Lance was stunned, do I look like that kind of bad person?

"No, an apology isn't enough, at least you have to give me half the price. ”

"What ........." surprise appeared on his face, "but this is the ......... of the forbidden race"

"You don't sell?"

"I............ Forget it, you're a good person, and I don't want you to suffer because of my book. ”

Poverty was not a reason for him to be selfish, he had been temporarily blinded before, and now he could no longer do so.

"You're not saying research for hobbies, I'm the same, I'm really interested in the Bloodline. ”

Because he himself is half blood.

However, the fact that a Bloodline buys books about the Bloodlines from the Terrans does make Lance feel a little weird.

Deaton was a little hesitant, on the one hand, the necessity of survival, and on the other hand, the moral limit, which side to choose.

"If you don't sell it, I'll go find someone else. ”

Gritting his teeth, he said decisively, "What do you need to sell!"

"I want it all!"

"Huh!?......"

"Can't you?"

"No, it's ......... price"

Lance took out a ring, "There's 10,000 Na Bucks in here." ”

Scholars' books are a combination of their own efforts, and the price is generally high.

After careful mental calculation, Deaton said, "Uh...... It's just a little bit ......."

"Let's just say it, how much is it in total. For the first time, Lance felt the feeling of those rich people, even though he himself was a poor lord with only a few people.

"Eight... 80,000 Na dollars. ”

It seemed hard to say this sentence, it was the lowest price for all his books combined, half price, of course, and some books were not even counted.

"Take it. ”

Eighty thousand dollars were squandered, and Lance only wanted the books to fit in for value.

The ring space is densely packed with books, from "The Life of the Commoners of the Blood Clan" to "The Legend of the Blood Emperor", which is unimaginably detailed and records of an extinct race.

"Thank you for your help. Deaton bowed respectfully, Lance was the first to buy his book, and although the price did not quite match the value, it was the greatest encouragement to his persistence.

"It's just interest, if you have any follow-up achievements about the blood clan, you can come to me. ”

"Thank you very much! Now there is a vague news, I heard the returning adventurer say that there is a bloodthirsty person in the capital of the undead, I wonder if he will be the legendary Bloodline!"

Although it is indeed a blood clan in front of him, more specifically, it is half a blood clan that does not know the blood clan.

"Oh, do you know more about that?"